Country Affiliation:Heliohapt
Race:Human
Tier:D
Class:Ranger
Age + Birthdate:24, July 2nd
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Hetrosexual
Personality: After years of watching slaves get beaten and abused, Nikare has taken to the role of observer, never prone to outbursts of rage. Watchful of all those around him, and careful to gather all information before taking action. He has, as a result, gotten used to being a strong silent type. But overall a happy person, glad to be rid of his life of service to his father, and the slave trade in general.
Nikare also has a special hatred for abusive individuals. Should he see a man strike another as an act of dominance and punishment, he tends to jump right in to help. Often comparing a beaten slave to a bruised apple, no one wants to buy the bruised apple.
Over the years Nikare has become a cunning man. Taking time to examine every situation and usually is able to figure out how best to tackle a situation. He is also an accomplished liar, having to lie in order to keep his father thinking he loved his life work of being a slave trader. Nikare has developed the attitude, where if the best action will net him gain, or lead to him accomplishing a goal, he will do whatever that action may be, without much discrimination, or hesitation.
Likes:
Seafood. Nikare spent his entire life in the great desert. Seafood was a rare delicacy that he had the honor of tasting once or twice, and he fell in love with the fresh and moist flavors of the sea.
Gold. Living a life of wealth, despite it's source, has had it's effect on Nikare. He has a great love for wealth, and will do much to obtain more.
Dislikes:
Slavery. He spent a lifetime watching his own slaves get beaten and abused past any sensible reason, as such he has grown great distaste for such trades.
Abuse. Nikare has seen acts of great abuse onto his slaves far too often. He has put rules in place to stop such horrific actions, but it didn't end the abuse, merely limited it.
Aspirations: Nikare is a very greedy man. He desires gold, woman, renown and of course, power, both physical and diplomatic. He desires to obtain all of this without the involvement of slaves. As such, he had abandoned his tainted wealth and his country, Heliohapt, believing that his home is unable to survive with such a massive change to their culture. He seeks a new home as a head of state within another country, where such a thing does not exist.
Phobias/fears:Nikare has a deep fear to become what he turned others into for years. A slave. He's seen how they are treated, he's engaged in trading them and very clearly knows the type of people they go too. Abusive people of wealth who have total disregard for a slave's well being. He's seen slaves get killed because thy have a simple infection, and he has seen slaves used for horrific things. As a result, he grew terrified of it, and should that come become a reality, he will gladly take anyone's life, including his own, to get away from that fate.
Face-Claim: Agil from Sword art online.
Hair Color:Brown, but hes bald.
Eye Color:Brown
Height:172cm
Weight:61kg
Appearance: Nikare has a darker skin tone with a muscular build, his bald head often catching the rays of light and reflecting them back at everyone. The only facial hair he has is a goatee that surrounds his chin, allowing the lines of his face to really show. He usually wore a white silk shirt, with buttons from bottom to top, and simple baggy cloth pants.
Nikare will always smile, or try to, despite any situation, but his body language never lie. A first curling in times of panic, along with an overall tension in his body. At times of peace, he is very clearly in a relaxed state, likely leaving his weapon aside at such times.
Rukh Alignment: White rukh
Special Features: N/A
History:Many years ago, a child was born of the sands, in Heliohapt. Born of a slave and of a very wealthy slave trader. The slave trader had always wanted a son, so instead of condemning the child to a life of slavery, he took him in, and raised him, selling the mother to another shortly after. The boy grew old enough to understand the basics of the world, and had come to love his wealthy life among others of wealth, playing with children and running around grand halls.But it was not long before the boy began to notice how the servants were treated, and where exactly all that money was coming from. His sense of joy dulled at the horrible treatment of those of no rights, however, he learned quickly that speaking to his father about such only resulted in himself being seen as soft, and a lecture into how slaves, those who are owned, should not be treated with such thoughts. That was a lecture the boy hated to hear.
Years past, and the boy had become used to such things, although never liking the situation, he understood it was a profession and had learned to see slaves as nothing but produce. He soon learned about trade, and took part in many trades. Making a sizable wealth of his own. He spent many days walking that desert, on trade ships, and learning diplomatic and trade skills, he did this for a great many years. Within that time frame, he managed to convince his father to enforce rules against abusing or harming the slaves in any way. Saying that a fresh, unharmed slave will either sell faster or for more. Thus giving slaves a break from the usual onslaught, and as a bonus, they made more money as a result.
Recently, however, he had an encounter with an interesting slave. The one who gave birth to him. She had somehow ended up back in the same camp she gave birth in. It took them some time to realize, but they did, and finally, he got to speak with her for the first time. A moment he greatly treasured, she even "blessed" the decorative metal piece on his quiver, in which she applied a kiss. Several days later, The boy organized a trading caravan with twice his usual load, telling his father it would be a while, and he would come back richer then him, and with no slaves. The father chuckled at his son's goals, but gave his blessing regardless.
He and 6 guards embarked on their journey. What the boy had done, however, is bring along guards with memories of being a slave, or of those with family in those very cages they hauled. After a few days, when a town lay in view, he ordered the release of all the slaves, the guards quickly obliged, leading those slaves to the freedom and safety of the town, while the boy kept walking, eager to start a new life far away from that trade.
Role-Play Sample: Nikare stumbled into the small port town, his white clothes covered in sand, and stained by the sun. He looked as if he have been walking for week, he looked around frantically, running over to a nearby fountain, throwing his hands in and drinking the water desperately. Clearly dehydrated from the journey. He lifted his head from the water gasping deeply for air, looking around as he did so. Many stared at him, as if it had been the first time someone was thirsty in this town. He merely flashed a smile at them, looking around and gauging the location. Plenty of ships and market stalls, fresh fish galore, the mere sight of which made Nikare drool with hunger,
He glanced back out to the sea of sands behind him, glad to be out of there. Memories flash by at his journey. From the point he met his mother, to the release of all those slaves. His father, once he found out, would be very anger..That thought brought more joy then anything to the young man's mind. The look of their faces as they raced to freedom, that was worth whatever his father could do, if he ever caught him. With a soft smile on his face, he returned his focus to now, his trip across the desert was over, but his journey had only began
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